His To Take: Night One Read Online Free Page B

God!” My hips shot off the desk, but he pinned me. Another suck, this time with his tongue flicking.
    “ Oh, ohhhh!” I was about to come under this strange man’s lips. “I’m close—”
    He pulled back.
    “What?” I blinked. “It aches, I ache.”
    “What ails you?” he asked innocently.
    “M -my pussy aches.”
    “As I intend ed.”
    When I twisted with frustration, I felt the paper beneath me was ... damp? Yes, sticky and wet. From me ? I groaned miserably.
    “ Shamed by your lusts?” He ran his finger along my slit. “You’re atop a blotter, Juliet. It blots . I’ll see your watermark when I enjoy my coffee in the morning.”
    Humiliation scalded me. “This is only because you drugged me! I’d never be like this otherwise.”
    When he chuckled, I raised myself up on my elbows, stunned by the sight of my body. My breasts were heavy and swaying with my breaths. My nipples were taut, the areolas even more puffy than usual. With my legs spread so wide, I could see my stiffened clitoris swelling up from my mons.
    I felt like I was staring at a stranger .
    A s ever, he looked like a devil, his lips curling, his eyes boring into mine. The way he gazed at me made me feel like I was a sacrifice offered up to him—one he’d accepted as his due.
    “You took no drugs tonight.”
    Confusion roiled. “What are you talking about?”
    “I just told you that so you’d relax. The truth is, my little wanton, there was no need. This ”—he waved to indicate my entire body—“is all you.”
    I sank back, putting my hands over my face. It couldn’t be true.
    “Now come kneel before me. It’s time for you to service your master....”
     

— C H A P T E R  4 —
     
    I was kneeling between Cesan’s legs, staring at the bulge in his slacks, with my knees wide apart—as he’d positioned me. Still he remained fully dressed.
    “When you suck my cock, ” he said bluntly, “I want you to think about how much your nipples ache.”
    They did! I was going crazy—
    He reached forward to pinch them. Hard.
    “Ow! Don’t...” My hands shot out to his wrists.
    “ ‘Don’t?’ Never use that word with me!” His tone was thunderous. “Arms down by your sides!”
    I dropped them, gritting my teeth when he rolled my nipples even harder.
    He stared me down, forcing me to accept his harsh touch. Daring me to deny him.
    I was panting into the pain, beginning to perspire.
    “Take it for Master, and you’ll be rewarded.”
    Eventually the pain transformed. T he shockwaves in my nipples seemed to be going straight to my clitoris, making it throb even more. I gazed up at him in surprise. It was everything I could do not to start stroking myself. Maybe he wanted that?
    “You like it when I torment your pale, pert tits?” He kept rolling the peaks. “Arch your back if my Juliet craves more.”
    When m y back bowed, he hissed, “Yes.” His gaze was fearsome, his muscles swelling beneath his civilized clothes. So much power. Undeniable power.
    That was the moment when I accepted the fact that he knew my body better than I did, than I ever had....
    He pinched and pulled my nipples until I was whimpering with need, edging closer to an orgasm. Once I was on the verge, I rocked side to side from one knee to the other, trying to rub my labia together, starved for any contact on my pussy.
    But h e abruptly released my nipples.
    I glanced down at them as even more pleasure bloomed. They were larger than they’d ever been, lewdly swollen. The sight of them like this turned me on, just like the sight of the ravished maiden’s had.
    I whimpered. “Please, don—” I was about to say, “Don’t stop.” But I wasn’t to use that word. “Just please !”
    He gave a harsh laugh. “Mia piccolo puttana.”
    “Wh -what does that mean?” He’d wanted me to think about my nipples; I could think of little else. Maybe how badly my clitoris ached. Or how sensitive the entire flesh of my breasts had become.
    “ It means my